The Devil In Me

There are some things that I just don’t understand. The connection between Jesus, chocolate eggs and rabbits eludes me. The contents of Alex Ferguson’s mind during important European games is also beyond my comprehension. There have been times in the past when the wizard’s substitutions have been inspired (1999) but this week wasn’t one of them.

I am not wholly convinced that when we were coming under increasing pressure taking off two midfielders and replacing them with two attackers is the best policy. I applaud the ‘Manchester United-ness’ of the idea, but we lost. Nani has made his way into my good books of late but anyone can see that Valencia tracks back more. Just an opinion.

Everybody is entitled to a bad day at the office and I am not one to whinge when Fergie has delivered six squillion trophies to OT already – there is the feeling though that Van der Sar was the only person who earned his paycheque in Germany.

2-1 away is not the worst result in history but it certainly looks like an opportunity missed. Robben will be back for the next fixture and with him and Ribery on the field things would seem to be set up nicely for Bayern to play a counter-attacking game in Manchester.

Getting a one nil at home sounds feasible were it not for the fact that we are hosting Chelsea’s collection of hackers, foulers and cheats (marital and footballing – works two ways that) this Saturday. Without Wayne Rooney.

For those that love statistics which mean precisely nothing, we have won 11 games without the scouser this season, but my confidence is not at an all time high here. Not meaning to put any undue pressure on one player – Dimitar Berbatov, this is your moment. Time to show us what £30m can do. I place my faith in your boots.